Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ.

Notes:

Trunks – 17

Goten – 16

Gohan – 25

Main Pairing – Gohan/Trunks (present)

Other warnings – shounen ai, obviously, and if you don't know what that means, why don't you read and find out ::wink:: I'll gladly read and laugh at your flames. Trunks might be a little OOC just because he's a hard character to write for me, but I tried my best.

Hope you like!

--Invisible Descent--

Prologue

There is definitely a huge disadvantage of everyone having a blueprint of you before you're even born.

In the beginning, it really wasn't that big of a deal. I mean, sure, it was a little weird and sometimes a bit annoying when you're constantly hearing about how a future version of yourself came back in time to save the present world and all that good stuff…but like I said, it wasn't that big of a deal. I mostly thought of this Mirai guy just as some other savior like my dad or Goku-san; I didn't really think of him as…well, me. After all, besides our genetic makeup, our experiences in life were completely different so it stands to reason we would develop in completely different directions.

But slowly, I began to realize that everyone didn't seem to think along the same lines as me. To them, it didn't matter that we were from two completely different timelines; simply put, I was expected to become like him. To be him. After all, we were both Trunks Briefs, son of Vegeta and Bulma Briefs, heir to the Saiyan throne, etc etc…

There were the little things. Mom's disapproval, scolding me for my bad manners, my rough attitude, my constant getting into trouble with my partner in crime, Goten…why can't you just act like a gentleman? In unspoken words, why can't you act like him?If I had a nickel for every time she said that, I'd have more money than the total profits Capsule Corp earned each year. Or, the one time I grew my hair out, Gohan-san remarking how Mirai me did that too. There went my idea of trying to be cool and original.

And then there were the not so little things. Like, dad acting so damn impatient for me to grow up, as if he couldn't wait for this little bratty kid to become the cool, strong, teenage son he knew would come into existence. Every time we trained in the gravity room, he'd always yell at me to hurry up and become a super Saiyan so he could get a proper beating spar with his son. I'd always wondered how he knew for sure I'd become one; apparently, Mirai me had. Even my secret crush Gohan-san seemed to completely overestimate my powers; anytime Goten and I sparred against him, he would fight so much harder against me than his own brother. Even the dense Goten noticed, whining to Gohan-san how he wasn't being fair. Whoops, sorry Trunks. Oh man, are you okay? I guess I keep hitting too hard because I keep thinking you're…you know, the other one. In unspoken words, sorry that you're a lot weaker than I thought.

From everyone, everyone around me…expectations, expectations, then disappointment. I'm sorry I didn't live in a ravaged, hopeless timeline, okay? I'm sorry I didn't develop that iron will, that fire and courage, that noble gentlemanly spirit…I'm just a normal (well, as normal as a closet gay demi-Saiyan can get) teenager that just wants to have fun with his best friend and maybe snag the man of his dreams. There was nothing I could do to dispel that pervading sense of disappointment when everyone would realize over and over I wasn't the man they expected me to be.

It built up. I was able to deal with it at first, but there's only so much I could take; I could never relax, constantly wondering if what I was doing was okay, thinking, would my future self have done this? Would he have done that? I became so self-conscious, Goten insisted one time that I just chill for crying out loud and quit being so damn concerned about your image! I think at the time, even the Son was becoming annoyed at how picky I was being on how to act during an informal dinner invitation at his house. Goten found it amusing only the first three times when I seriously asked him whether Goku-san and Chichi-san expected me to greet them with a respectful bow. At school, I came off as a rich snob because of how superficial I seemed to be. That certainly didn't help my already existing problems.

The only time I could be myself was when I was with Goten, the only one who didn't have predisposed conceptions about me. With everyone else, I had to be what they expected to see. But how long can a fake image last, especially when it didn't seem to work in satisfying everybody? What do I do about this hopelessness that no matter how hard I try, I can't just be someone I'm not?It was indeed, extremely tiring - my façade had begun to reach its inevitable expiration. And when it collapsed, I knew I would fall. Hard.

But no one would be there to catch me.

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A/N: Please review and tell me what you think! And in each chapter, I'm going to try to recommend good DBZ fics I've read so as to contribute to the authors who I believe deserve to be read. Since this is a Trunks yaoi fic, I'll mostly recommend those.

So, first recommendation:

Title: Tomorrow Never Knows

Author: Raidne

Rating: M (but it's not explicit or anything, sadly T.T Hopefully it will be in the future)

Genre: Romance/Drama

Pairing: Mirai Trunks x Mirai Juunanagou

Quick Link: www(dot)fanfiction(dot)net/s/824811/1/

Summary: Chapter 10 Added Things are taking place in the mirai timeline that no one ever expected. The androids come back but they are changed somehow. When they return so does someone else.

Comments: Very well written, especially in the portrayal of both characters. It's plot development is slow, but that's part of the story's charm; it keeps you in good suspense, with good timing of gradually drawing you into the story. Has ten chapters so far, but the author hasn't updated in a while so please go read and review telling them how great their fic is!!

And if anyone has any good Trunks yaoi fics to recommend to me, please let me know! I'm not picky about the pairing, as long as Trunks is the uke.